Okay. Let’s talk about what I call transference and what a lot of teachers call transmission. There are two ways I can approach this topic: 1. From a pseudo-scientific hypothetical point of view & 2. From my own experiential point of view. I’ll attempt to do both. It’s an important topic and one that I think a lot of people are ignorant of, confused by, afraid of, or wigged out by. So let’s shed a little light here so you can stop whining about it, ignoring it, or denying it and can start taking advantage of it.
First of all, let me say- I am biased. I believe in transference; I sat with teachers who offered it; I felt it; benefited from it; and last but not least woke up because of it. No pansy-ass milk-toast opinion here about transference. If Walmart were having a holiday black friday midnight special sale on transference I’d be first in line, and I’d beat old ladies out of the way to get it ( Just kidding – gotta live up to P.I.E. namesake every now and then)
Today I received an email… from one of the many sat sang teachers who are running around America selling their wares. I have absolutely no problem with any of these teachers and as you’ll find out, this is the school I graduated from. I have read this teachers’ books, watched his videos and seen him in person. This teacher is awake. But damn that was one cheesy email. The current sat sang modus operandi is becoming the music industry equivalent of Duran Duran. Upon opening the email, there splayed out like porn on a background of slightly out of focus bluish mountains is this:
Like the imaginary lines created between countries,
we create separation in our minds.
All our distinctions are like lines on water.
The mystery of Intelligent Love brings us together
regardless of the lines we imagine.
Huh? I’m confused.
If I were a serious student of the violin and had thousands of dollars at my disposal and could have any teacher in the world, I would seek out the most well-known violin master I could find and beg him to teach me.
If he said yes, and before I actually shelled out the big bucks, I would ask him: “Sir, are you or are you not a great violin master? For I pray that one day I too will be a great violin master. I would like to be assured that I am learning from the best. Is this not the case?”
Naturally I would hope for a quick response. I would only need to hear him say it once. Just once. Then, I would know.